Personal Narrative: Lone Star High School

When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me. Both of my sisters were outstanding runners for Middletown South and are now running on collegiate levels. Then there is me following in my dad 's footsteps, trying to leave my mark in Middletown South 's wrestling history.

For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.

I sense it bubbling through my chest, causing an eruption of butterflies in my stomach, really contrary to popular belief. My head is telling me to literally run, to get out before you make a mistake in any way. Tell them you’re unwell and can’t continue, but it’s too late for that I’m already here and you..only watching me no distractions to ward off your defiant gaze and nothing too, for the most part, stop you from paying attention to everything I generally say, man there are those butterflies once again, which mostly is quite significant. But here I am for all intents and purposes standing in front of you giving this oration today. Just like any other speech I have given, it always ends up the same, okay. But man, no doubt, at first

As a child, high school seemed like a place that was miles away. Everything about it- with the exception of the graffitied bathroom stalls-lit up my eyes with the dream that I would one day be walking down its halls as a student. Although high school felt so far away, Montville High School itself was no stranger to me. When I was younger, my mom tortured me by sending me to the Chinese program held there every Sunday. I also used the school’s athletic facilities from joining the recreation track program, which I stopped going to after two weeks from discovering my antipathy for physical activity. From all of this, I quickly became familiar with what others would think as the overwhelming layout of the school. For some reason, I had always felt

On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual. Before the bell rings, I would talk to my boyfriend at the time. Then we would head to class. Something was weird from the beginning. We had the same class together but different teachers. My economics teacher arrived a few minutes after the bell had rung. I walked into the classroom. He held the door open. It was dark, but I thought the teacher was going to turn on the lights after

High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world. Unlike Chamblee which was, as us teenagers call it, ghetto and ratchet, but that did not really bother me at all. It kind of made me feel like it was where I needed to be to grow as a person and helped me meet the people who I can call family to this day.

When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work and I learned that as soon as I started high school because I started getting the same work that my brother

I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I walked into Prairie Ridge High School. I was surrounded by approximately sixteen hundred other students and I knew exactly none of them. I had never been that alone before and when I walked through the cafeteria doors, I felt the first seed of doubt that maybe I should have stayed in Union, with my mom. At that moment, I wanted to turn around and run out of Prairie Ridge, hop in the car, and drive the four hundred miles back to my friends, my teammates, and the majority of my family. Instead, I took a deep breath and sat down.

I realize that I would be a shell of who I am today if it weren’t for Mom and all of my friends that I have now. I would be a shell off who I am now without Mom, she introduced me to math and Pat. I would rather die a thousand deaths then not know her. I pull out a notebook sheet of paper, I’m going to write a poem, maybe I’ll read it during Open Mike Friday. The reading teacher has had this going for a while now, but I have always been a little too nervous to actually do it. Even though the teacher has been encouraging everyone to participate in it. I might not be good; it definitely won’t have fancy poem structuring like Quinn. I don’t think I could possibly be as great as she is at all. But I am going to give it my

We lived in the North Heights area of Amarillo, across the train tracks and I guess we would considered urban. Growing up in the 60’s we had neighborhood schools, I attended kindergarten at Miss Rosenberg’s Kindergarten, we graduated with white caps and gowns and I was really happy. She was a black woman with a Jewish sounding name, who was our leader who taught us the basic of learning. I attended North Heights Elementary School beginning in first through sixth grade Our high school, Carver High School was forced to close its doors to integrate and become a junior high school by the order the president of the United States. As I mentioned we had teachers that taught us, because they were like us, we didn’t experience a great deal of discipline

I remember that night as if it were crystal clear. The night in which an unfortunate realization took place, a reality check if you’d rather. It was the beginning of my freshman year of high school, I was at home along with the rest of my family. My older sister was doing homework and i was surfing through the channels, bored as usual. I recalled my mom being in the laundry room, so I proceeded to go in that direction in hopes of being entertained. As I arrived at the door, I could, by the thick mexican accent, infer she was on the phone with someone who didn’t speak Spanish. As I opened that door, I could never forget my mother’s frustrated, anxious, and hesitant face. She forced the phone to my face, and asked me to translate. Since, this

In the past I have not given too many formal speeches during a class besides a few here and there. However, I do have experience speaking to groups of people due to a club I was involved in during high school. I was President of my school’s Best Buddies chapter which is an organization that brings children with and without disabilities together. As President, I had to talk to all the members and parents at the welcome and information meeting. During that meeting I discussed what Best Buddies was as an organization, how our chapter would function over the year, and other important information.

Monday September 11th, 2017 marked the start of my examination period on subject x. At eight fifty in the moring subject x walked into the classroom with hands full of schoolwork. Quietly, they moved along to their desk to sit down and start working tentatively. However when nine o'clock rolled around, subject x started talking to the people in her proximity. With a broad smile, subject x completely forgot about the handsful of school work and began making jokes out loud. The next period in the day was at ten fifteen, where subject a was put into a group of three other people to work on a lab. Confused and frustrated, subject x asked their group how to answer the questions given. After multiple tries and no acceptable response was given to subject x, they became very impatient. As time past without the answer subject x was looking for, they started yelling at their group members to give them helpful

This optimistic poem exaggerates that people will try to challenge your actions. For instance, Guest states that “There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,” (Guest, 17). Obviously, there are not thousands of people waiting to tell you that something is impossible, Guest is just trying saying that society is going to question something that they can’t do. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do it. Edgar Guest’s message of ‘Don’t let people limit you’ is portrayed through the use of

My cousin helped me get to my class and soon left to go on her own. I entered and the teacher immediately greeted me, she knew I couldn 't speak English so she led me to my assigned chair and said something which I didn 't understand but I still smiled and nodded. I was sitting in one chair that was grouped together with three other, all around the room they were all like that.